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You woke up in a daze to the sound of your phone binging. You rubbed your eyes and rolled over in bed to check what it was. It was your friend Dorian texting. You unlocked the phone and opened the message.
top o’ the mornin
you think you can help me with backing vocals today?
we're recording demos later
sure, your place? you replied.
yea >:)
be there soon
Because you guys were friends, it was a regular occurance for you guys to work on songs together and hang out. You weren't a musician yourself, but Dorian liked having you do background vocals and other things to test out the sound. You got ready and picked out an outfit. You tried to pick something cool, because you always felt like you couldn't live up to Dorian's fashion. It was decent enough, a skirt with a sweater over it and some tights, and boots.
After you made it to their house, you parked on the street and walked up the door. You knocked, and Dorian eagerly opened the door, grinning. You blushed a little, they looked really good. You always had a little bit of a crush on them, but almost everyone felt that way, so you didn't say anything.
“Howdy, come on in,” they said, dramatically holding the door for you and bowing. You giggled, they were always like that. It's cute. You entered and it was kind of a disaster. There was a makeshift studio set up in the living area with a microphone and laptop, a pair of headphones and notes all over the floor. “Uhhhh it's the creative process of a um genius,” they joked, and you chuckled. “So basically,” they continued, eager to get into what you came for, and scrolled on the laptop. “Basically like right here when Im in the second chorus I wanna add something else in the background, like breathing or moaning on beat y'know?”
You nodded. Those sort of sounds were in a lot of their music, so it wasn't a surprise.
“So when it gets there,” they said, handing you the headphones, “just do what feels right and I'll sing with you, kay?”
You nodded again, putting the headphones on. They hit play on the laptop, and the song started with seemingly random sounds, before merging together and finding a rhythm. Dorian and you bobbed to the beat, getting into the feel of it. When Dorian came in, you waited a few beats before starting to breathe heavily into the microphone, on rhythm. You finished and they played it back.
They made a dissatisfied face. “Try moaning more instead. I'll listen.” You were getting a little embarrassed- even though you've worked together before, something just felt sensual about trying to moan in front of them. You tried the recording, but your voice kept wavering. Dorian was standing closely behind you, listening to your voice. “Do it with passion, it's ok Im not judging,” they said, starting the track over.
When you started again, your voice was even shakier from how nervous you were, but as you kept going you felt breath on the back of your neck. You continued, assuming it was an accident, but it kept coming. Your voice shook.
“Yes, just like that,” Dorian said quietly. The ending of the song segment came, and you started to turn around to stop the recording, but felt a cool hand groping your ass and keeping you from moving.
“Uhm-” you started, but Dorian shushed you.
“Not a word,” they said firmly, yet quietly. “I just wanna hear those pretty sounds.”
Before you could object, Dorian started groping your pussy through the tights you were wearing, causing you to squeak out a small moan. “Perfect,” they said maliciously, “just like that.” They rubbed you harder. “Mm!” you reacted, “Stop!”
They grabbed your chin roughly. “Shut up. I know you've always liked me.”
It was true, this had always been your fantasy, but you couldn't help but feel violated and humiliated. Dorian ran their free hand under your shirt and grabbed at your nipples, forcing a few more moans and groans out of you.
They suddenly stopped, and stopped the recording on the laptop. “That should be enough.”
You turned to them, still in shock. “Dorian-”
They interrupted you with a hard kiss on your mouth, grasping your chin and waist with painful force. They broke away from you. “Come on,” they said. “I see you staring at me all the time.” They kissed you again roughly, and this time you kissed back. They wrapped a hand into your hair and yanked on it, forcing your head backwards and your eyes to meet.
“I don't know if I can do this,” you said, trying to pull away. But Dorian held you in place, body pressed against yours.
“Be good for me,” they pleaded. “Come on.”
As humiliating as this was, Dorian's smell and body heat was intoxicating. Their cologne mixed with their sweat was such a pleasant odor that even that alone was turning you on.
“yes daddy…” you mumbled under your breath.
“What was that? I can't hear you.”
“Yes daddy!!”
“Fuck, you know how much I like that.” They pulled you in by your hips and kissed you again. You ran your hands through their hair as you made out. Dorian forced their tongue to the back of your throat, causing you to squeak. “My room. Go,” they commanded, letting you go. You obeyed, and Dorian occasionally slapped your ass and you made your way to their bedroom. When you got there, Dorian shoved you onto the bed. “Stay.”
“Yes daddy,” you replied. They grinned, and started digging through drawers. They came back with an assortment of impact toys. A flogger, a crop, and a paddle.
“Pick,” they said, plopping them on the bed in front of you.
You were still in shock from everything happening so fast, and could only stutter.
“Fine,” they said, irritated. “I'll pick for you.” They pondered for a moment before picking out the wooden paddle.
“That looks like it hurts-” you mumbled, getting nervous and still feeling humiliated.
“That's what you get for trying to resist me. I'll show you who's in charge.” They crawled onto the bed, paddle in hand. They held themself above your quivering body on all fours, before grabbing you by the wrist hard. “Turn over. On your stomach,” they commanded.
“But-” before you could get a sentence out they slapped you across the face. You screamed, and they covered your mouth with their free hand.
“We're doing this my way.” They grabbed your waist and flipped you over, despite your struggling. “Nobody says no to me. I'll beat some fucking sense into you.” The hard wood paddle hit your rump with a thud and you whined into a pillow. Another hit, and another. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, the pain and the violation was so much, but the idea of Dorian, your long time crush, doing this to you was very arousing. With the next spank, rather than a scream you let out a moan. Dorian stopped the beating upon hearing this, and you heard them chuckle softly.
“You like it? Slut?”
“Mmm yea” you replied, embarrassed. You really were starting to like it.
They leaned down and whispered in your ear. “It gets me so hot, seeing you like this.”
Smiling softly, you bit your lip. Their breath on the side of your face made you squirm, and then you felt their hand back on your pussy, tracing it through your tights with a painfully soft touch. You squirmed and whined, bringing yourself to all fours.
“Repeat after me:” Dorian said firmly. “I am daddy's toy.”
“I- I am daddy's toy,” you repeated.
“Daddy can use me as they please.”
“Daddy can use me as they please--”
“Good girl,” Dorian yanked your tights off, followed by your panties. They admired your cunt, now dripping with desire. They gave your rump a quick slap before commanding: “Strip. All the way for me.”
“Yes daddy,” and you did as they said, removing your sweater and bra slowly and as seductively as you could. They leaned back and watched.
Before you knew it, Dorian was frantically stripping, throwing their clothes on the floor. All that remained were their underwear. Their tits looked so perfect and soft, you reached out to touch them. Dorian allowed it, and squirmed a bit when you brushed over their nipples. They growled before crawling on top of you once again, kissing and licking at your entire body. They made their way down to your thighs, teasing their tongue around your groin.
“Mm! Daddy please,” you begged, and Dorian plunged their tongue inside of you. The wet muscle felt so good licking deep inside. They started sucking on your clit, and you moaned loudly. “Fuck- Dorian!” You called their name as you felt two fingers push inside of you. Dorian pumped their fingers in and out, licking at your clit all the while. Right as you were about to reach your peak, Dorian stopped all stimulation. They pulled their face away from between your thighs, their lips shiny with wetness.
You whined.
“Don't worry,” Dorian said, “I've got one more thing in store for you, doll.”
You squirmed in anticipation, as Dorian dug through another bedside drawer. They came back with a ball gag and a few other things in their arms. They placed them on the bed and picked up the gag to put it on you. They gently buckled it behind your head.
“Open wide.”
You obeyed, and Dorian placed the gag in your mouth.
“You look like a whore.” Dorian said and slapped you on the cheek. You could only get out a muffled sound with the gag in. You could feel yourself starting to drool. “Act like the whore you are and get on all fours.” You did as you were told, exposing your holes. “Stay like that.” You heard some shuffling behind you, but stayed put until you felt something cool and hard against your pussy. It was a strap on, you could tell, but you couldn't see it.
You warbled inquisitively, drool rolling down your chin onto the pillows. “Mm?”
Dorian interpreted your question and replied, “Yes, you’ll be alright. I can see how desperate you are, just take it.”
You nodded, as you felt the length start to push its way inside you. Holy shit, it was really big.
“Mm! So big!” Dorian couldn't hear your muffled cries, and finished inserting. You squealed.
“Good girl, keep doing so well.” The sensation as Dorian began thrusting in and out of you was incredible, you could feel the length in your gut. More saliva dribbled from the gag as you moaned. Dorian leaned down and whispered in your ear, “Look at you, so pathetic.” Dorian picked up the pace, going deeper and harder. You whined, you were already worked up from before, so you could feel orgasm approaching quickly.
“Daddy—“ you moaned through a mouthful of gag and drool. With a final long, deep thrust, you were pushed over the edge. You leg muscles convulsed, you shook and whined as you rode out your orgasm. Then, you felt something warm flow into you. You gasped at the feeling, and Dorian pulled out. Thick liquid leaked from your cunt, dripping down the inside of your quivering thighs. You squirmed as Dorian took off the ball gag and allowed you to roll over.
“Did you- cum inside?” you inquired, now laying on your back with Dorian above you. They held up a syringe with tubing attached to the dildo.
“Bet you didn’t expect that,” they said.
“Ha, I didn’t,” you replied. “But I liked it.” Dorian kissed you on the mouth gently. You sat up into their arms, embracing tightly.
You slid down their body and wrapped your mouth around their cock, licking gently. You knew they couldn’t feel it, but it seemed appropriate somehow. They ran a hand through your hair while you sucked, signaling that they enjoyed it. You continued, gagging and stroking it, until the faux cum shot up into your face. Dorian and you both giggled, before falling into each other’s arms again. You spent the rest of the day in bed, in their warm embrace.